Sunday, November 12, 2017

Growing up my favorite part of the holidays was having my grandmother in the kitchen cooking. The smell of the cornbread dressing and desserts. Spending time with the family that got together for whichever holiday it was. My brother sneaking us food. It was the best.

But we grow up. We become busy with our own lives, families, and responsibilities. We make excuses as to why we can't get together this year. Maybe next year.

Last Thanksgiving my grandmother was diagnosed with cancer. It literally shook my world. I was six hours away and the woman that raised me was just diagnosed with cancer.

I was devastated.

Over the past year, I have learned that what I once though mattered, doesn't anymore. What matters to me the greatest is spending quality time with the people that matter most to me.